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The House of Dreamery 



In Two Parts 



By 
DENTON J. SNIDER 



ST. LOUIS, MO. 

SIGMA PUBLISHING CO. 

210 PINE STREET. 
1918 






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Content* 

PART FIRST— THE DREAM WORLD 

The New Palace 8 

Democracy 9 

World Pain , 10 

For Whose Sake 11 

The House of Dreamery 12 

The Dreamer 13 

The Conflagration 14 

Macrocosm 15 

Armageddon 16 

The Universal Crucifix 17 

Halifax 18 

The Spokesman 20 

Confessional 22 

Shrift 23 

Question 24 

Answer 25 

The Double Sun 26 

"Resolve 27 

The Two Hearts 28 

The God of Suffering 30 

The Fated One 31 

The Red Muse 32 

The World's Hent , 34 

The Nameless Pain 36 

The Pain's Name 37 

The Talking Sphinx 38 

Bad Dreams 40 



4 CONTENTS 

Behemoth 41 

Earth's Tragedy 42 

Earth's Prayer 43 

God's Pain 44 

The Paternoster 46 

The Time 47 

Sentenced 48 

Lament 50 

What It Means 51 

To Hamlet 52 

The Judgment 54 

Who Am I ? 56 

God's Spell 57 

The Bereaved Mother 58 

Donna Dolorosa 59 

L 'Immortelle 60 

Arisen 61 

Day and Night 62 

A Sigh 63 

Wordless 63 

The New Law 64 

Haunted 65 

The Sun's Eefusal 66 

The Old Sun-clock. 67 

Renewal 68 

Panorama 69 

Eden 70 

Thought to Image 72 

Self Winder 73 

My Book , 73 

The World's Hospital 74 

Relief 74 



CONTENTS 5 

The New Sun 75 

The Combat 76 

The Helper 77 

Lesser Pain 78 

Orison 79 

The Time's Healer 80 

Earth's Wound 81 

My Dreams 82 

Providence 83 

Day 84 

Night 85 

By Day and Night 86 

Future 88 

Past 89 

Prometheus Bound 90 

Prometheus Unbound 91 

Dream's Universe 92 

Shadows - • 93 

God's Tear 94 

My Duet 96 

Bhyme 's Condolence 97 

Decree 98 

Love 's Triumph 99 

PART SECOND— THE DREAM LIFE 

Beyond 102 

Blessed Pain 103 

A Dream Within a Dream 104 

Evanishment 106 

The Season's Picture 108 

The Old Story 110 



6 CONTENTS 

Pain's Gospel Ill 

The Falling Star 112 

Re-united 113 

Returning Star 114 

Now and Then 115 

Self -resurrection 116 

The Duet 119 

Dirge 120 

The Seraph 122 

Recessional 124 

The Beldames Three 126 

The Two Voices 128 

The Giant 130 

The Reliever 132 

The Face of Pain 133 

Spring 134 

Roses 136 

Like Through Like 137 

A Tear 138 

The One 140 

Nature 's Keynote 141 

Vernal Mood 142 

Autumnal Mood 143 

Pessimism 144 

Optimism 145 

Restored 146 

Memory 147 

Image to Thought 148 

Psychology 149 

No More 150 

Last Judgment , 152 



The House of Dreamery 



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THE DREAM WORLD 

Let me but roam abroad in sleep 
Myself I then shall see, 

And in the God's own bosom peep 
My immortality. 



— 7 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



THE NEW PALACE 

My night builds a palace of sheen 
Lit up by another world's sun, 

My day shall rebuild it of words 

That the house of my dreams get done. 

So now I plan them a home 
Where we together shall dwell, 

And every word of my writ 

I mould of my dream's eerie spell. 

This palace builded of measures, 
Whose architect though I may seem, 

Is his to indwell as the master 
Who awake is living my dream. 



— 8 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

DEMOCRACY 

Sleep is the mighty democrat 

Whose triumph comes to set all free; 
Him I install as President 

Within my House of Dreamery. 

I swoon into my underworld 

To find the Goddess Liberty, 
Who bans my pains and breaks my chains 

Within my House of Dreamery. 

Sleep levels all men to one dream 

Of Earth's democracy, 
And gives them equal life and love 

Within my House of Dreamery. 



— 9 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

WORLD PAIN 

How comes it that I am pursued by a pain 

Yet know not the why of my ill ? 
No misfortune to me has stricken my life, 

But this heart-bleed follows me still. 

"When I slip out of my dream with the morn, 

I feel on my spirit a weight 
Which is never of me, yet is mine to upbear — 

The crush of a worldful of fate. 

I sense all the universe now to bleed 

Hit with a terrestrial blow, 
And I this little old corpuscle, man, 

Must share the whole eosmical woe. 



10. 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

FOR WHOSE SAKE 

To-night my world-pain took a voice 
Which to my heart's cry spake: 
"This mighty cataclysm of blood — 
Thou shoutest, For whose sake? 

"Calamity restores the bond 

Which all success doth maim } 
I know your suffering by mine, 
Our torture is the same. 

"In war's mad shriek of agony 
Which circles the whole Earth, 
Pain's universal brotherhood 
Is having now its birth." 



— 11 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY 

When I lie on the lawn at noon 
And listen to the bumble-bee, 

His little buzz will jar the door 
Of my pearl House of Dreamery. 

I slip into the workmen's forge, 
A thousand sledges smite I see, 

Each hammer hits some hidden bolt 
To ope my House of Dreamery. 

At once the Dreams dart out to me 

In fetches far of fantasy, 
I time them all in music's mode 

To tune my House of Dreamery. 

If I but thread the thronging street, 

A million noises jostle me; 
Still every noise flows to a note 

Which floods my House of Dreamery. 

— 12 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

But when I lay me on my lounge 

And will myself a dreamer be, 

I build a world of Love within 
My House divine of Dreamery. 



THE DREAMER 

It is my love to live a dream 
And fleet the world around, 

I long to be and not to seem, 
To Time no longer bound. 

A stranger to this life I roam, 
For when I wake, I seem; 

But I return to my right home 
When I can be a dream. 



— 13 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE CONFLAGRATION 

Our world held an orgy Satanic 

"Which bedraggled me all through the night, 
And I fell to a dream volcanic 

Which boiled me in tears at the sight. 

Up rose a burning mountain 

Out of a human breast, 
Whose throbs shot a lava fountain 

That burnt its way from the crest. 

The eyes burst a double crater 

That never ceased to flow, 
Their ruddy rivers rolled greater 

While fiercer became their glow. 

The sides were layered of tinder, 
Whose flames rose tongued with sighs, 

And wherever would fall a cinder 
Broke out the tristfulest cries. 

— 14 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

But as those flames waxed hotter 
They wrapped it around to the top, 

The mountain did tremble and totter, 
But the furnace never could stop 

Until the whole Earth-ball was whizzing 
"With all its five zones on fire ; 

Good Providence too seemed blazing 
In Heaven upon the world's pyre. 



MACROCOSM 

I feel without a fault of mine 

An ever-prowling pain, 
Which crawls into my day with dawn 

As I wake up again. 

It throbs the macrocosm's bale, 

Wherein I am a part, 
Which with its penance overflows 

This microcosmic. heart. 

— 15 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



ARMAGEDDON 

The Earth entire turns Satan 

"With monstrous jaw- 
Devouring his own children 

In world-wide maw. 

This planetary Dragon 
Through space now toils 

"With all damned Armageddon 
Caught in his coils. 

I would not let him loop me 

E'en in my dream, 
But whooped up all my courage 

To one last scream: 

£ I dare thy noose, God's serpent 
Round Eden curled;" 

He, hissing me his frenzy, 
Let drop the world. 

— 16 — 



PART FIRST— THE DREAM WORLD. 



THE UNIVERSAL CRUCIFIX 

The crucifixion is not now confined 

To single small Jerusalem, 
Nor is to-day the Christ, the son divine, 

Born only in one Bethlehem. 

To-day the valley of Jehosaphat 

Is all the land, aye all the sea, 
The judgment seat hangs all around the globe- 

The convict, all humanity. 

The whole world has become now Golgotha, 
The charnel home of man who died ; 

This Earth-ball is the Hill of Calvary 
Where all the race is crucified. 

Upon that universal crucifix 

Both you and I suspended seem, 
But resurrection of this death-done world 

Is what gives substance to our dream. 

— 17 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

HALIFAX 

(December, 1917) 
My fellow-dreamer came in tears, 

Nor would his lips relax 
From shouting in my sleepy ear: 

O hapless Halifax. 

To be the sufferer of war 
Far from the battle line, 

To feel the judgment of a world — 
Why should the lot fall thine? 

The body whole of this mad Earth 

Against itself turns foe, 
And thy small nook, O Halifax, 

Has felt the fated blow. 

On all this wounded planet's face 

Thou art one little pore, 
Which, hit by chance, Halifax, 

Doth bubble out thy gore. 

— 18 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

We make thy sacrifice our own 
Through Charity's deep plan, 

Thy loss we hope the world's far gain- 
The brotherhood of man. 

So dream we daily to undo 

The time's demonic acts, 
Though Providence may seem a fiend 

To thee, Halifax. 



19 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE SPOKESMAN 

The Earth's great soul moaned out a pain 

Into this little soul of mine, 
As its huge whirling body tossed 

Around upon its circling line. 

That body spouted streams of blood 
Throughout all Heaven's far-lit space, 

It heaved deep sobs, but could not speak 
A word from its great orbed face. 

Still in my little human soul 
I heard the mighty Earth-soul pray; 

Though wordless flowed its speech in mine, 
I understood what it might say: 

"Thou hast the power of the word 
"Which I am fated not to sing 
Unless thou lend to me thy voice 
To syllable my suffering, 

— 20 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

'Build thou to speech," the Earth-soul sighed 
' ' The grandeur of my pain, 
And wreathe around my weeping sphere 
Thy melancholy's strain." 

Then lent I to the great Earth-soul 

Of me the petty piping note 
Which soon swelled up and swathed the globe, 

Sung from that huge terrestrial throat. 

So mightily did roll that voice 
Up to the stars and down the years 

That I could hear within my dream 
The farthest music of the Spheres. 



— 21 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

CONFESSIONAL 

My heart-bleed has set in 

And will not stop 
Until I take my quill 

To word each drop. 

The world-pain sleuths me still 

By some Judge sent 
As to a spirit damned 

In punishment. 

I suffer with the Earth 
For her blood spilt — 

I share her motherhood, 
I feel her guilt 

Until I shrive myself 
To my shrift's Lord, 

For my confessional 
Is this throbbed word. 

— 22 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

SHRIFT 

I love that old word shrift 

From Heaven lit; 
In its deep Saxon heart 

It means a writ 

Which absolution brings 

That I may thrive, 
And Verse is my High Priest 

Who doth me shrive. 

Thou, Poesy, art but jingling 

With words adrift, 
Unless in thy soul singing 

I hear thy shrift. 



— 23 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



QUESTION 

tell me now, my rhyming Sir 
What is your House of Dreamery? 

1 wander through its mystic haze 
And I can never find the key. 

If you but turn to tune your line 

Unto the lilt of poesy, 
It straightway swoons off to a strain 

Which croons your House of Dreamery. 

And if you seek to chime my hour 

Into a stream of melody, 
The music runs at once away 

Floating your House of Dreamery. 

A ghost obsesses your pen's point 
To prick this world's reality; 

Can you not charm some sun inside 
Your nighted House of Dreamery? 

^-24 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

ANSWER 

For mine own me I make my rhyme, 
Though I would make it for thee too ; 

I can by it outdare my doom 

When in my House of Dreamery. 

Tuned to my verse I long to lull 

My surging heart compassionate 
Which thrills responsive to each wail 

Shrieked from the whole world 's blow of fate. 

The reddest throb from sorrow's stab 

I rock into a rhythmic strain, 
That it may give to thee my balm 

When out thy heart doth bleed my pain. 



— 25 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE DOUBLE SUN 

I live along the Sun's high course, 
He lights me out the skies 

And tells my times upon the earth, 
I set with him and rise. 

For me he smiles the pretty day, 
And frowns the ugly night, 

His kisses may caress or kill — 
A blessing be or blight. 

The sun is double in his deed 
His sheen is love or hate ; 

But mine it is to make him one, 
And so outdo his fate 



— 26 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

EESOLVE 

A double sun rose on my dream, 
A black one and a bright; 

Each claimed to own a half of me 
And double was my sight. 

The two would never work as one — 
Man's curse and yet his prayer; 

It doth me light, it doth me smite, 
Life's giver and life's slayer. 

I feel them in me strive atwain, 
Yet I shall make them one; 

For I must be within myself 
More than a double sun. 



27 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



THE TWO HEARTS 

The seams of Earth's old face 

Run red to-day, 
And the whole globe is gashed 

In gory fray. 

I dreamed a naked heart 
About to burst, 
It swelled and throbbed and leaped 
As if accursed. 

Into that swollen heart 

"Was plunged a knife. 
Which cut it to the core, 

To let its strife. 

Dark are the gouts of blood 

That from it run, 
And to a measure wild 

Fall one by one. 

— 28 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

Each drop in sombre hue 
Leaps into rhyme, 
And verses made of blood 
Gush forth in time. 

The heart now rests awhile 

Freed from its pain, 
But soon it swells anew — 

Must flow again. 

Thou, stricken heart, throb out 

Thy newer part, 
To me thou hast become 

The whole Earth's heart. 



29 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



THE GOD OF SUFFERING 

I dreamed myself an offering 

Which I alive did give, 
To the Great God of Suffering 

That I through him might live. 

I prayed that God : " ban me not, 

Complete my holy vow, 
With thine to link my higher lot 

That I reborn be Thou." 

I dared in him to sink away 

And not to be to seem; 
But in that spell I could not stay, 

I soon fell out my dream. 

Still back to it I often flee, 

And sing my old refrain 
Which wings me up to ecstasy 

That I be God again. 

— 30 — 



PART FIRST— THE DREAM WORLD. 

THE FATED ONE 

I saw the Earth-ball droop last night 

As if a mighty head 
Which from its body was shorn off 

While through all space it bled. 

I, welling sorrow, asked that head: 
"From yours you stray unmated, 
And roll at random in the void — 
Why thus decapitated? 

Then out its wound it gurgled words : 
"My tragedy now scan: 
Of millions of my fated men 
I 'm the one fated man. ' ' 



— 31 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE RED MUSE 

Within this madhouse of a world 

I heard the Muse to sing, 
"Who dares with this red time tune red 

Her strains of suffering: 

"Whatever I may throb in rhyme 
My speech seems always hit, 
My vocables roll off my tongue 
As if by demon smit. 

"My very thoughts from me fall hurt 
In what I have to say; 
My tongued sounds are slit in twain 
With the time's fang to-day. 

"Let me but sing a soulful strain, 
It shrills a twanging slash, 
And hisses with the dragon Earth 
Whose jaws I hear now gnash. 

— 32 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

'And if I dare once fall asleep 
My very dream runs red 

And streams in gashes from a heart 
As if my shadow bled." 

Muse, thy tensely ehorded words 
Are keyed up to thy theme, 

And I am hut the trembling scribe 
To letter thy red dream. 



33 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE WORLD'S HENT 

My old wound boils to-day as when 

In fight I fell afield ; 
So many years it has been hush, 

As if forever healed. 

But now it breaks at once apart 

"With all its former pain, 
A sharp and sudden splash it bursts 

In throbs to bleed again. 

I know not why this should be so, 

My body is not rent, 
Most happy in myself I feel, 

Yet by that wound am shent. 

Of friend or kin I have no loss, 

No sick or dying love ; 
Still that old stroke stabs back at me, 

As driven from above. 

— 34 — 



PART FIRST.-^-THE DREAM WORLD. 

Once life was red in blobs of blood, 

To-day my soul is rent, 
And from afar beyond the sea 

I feel the world's hid hent. 

Of this great bleeding bodied Earth 

I live one little cell, 
And, aching with the sphere's far hurt, 

I sing my wounded spell. 



— 35 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE NAMELESS PAIN 

There is a pathos in my breast 
Which seems the world to rive 

And break the human heart in two — 
I live not, though alive. 

I wonder what the cause may be 
That saddens me this morn; 

Just when I wake and see the sun, 
I would I were unborn. 

I wonder what it is to-day 
That wrings me with despair, 

No longer can I love my hope, 
To live I hardly dare. 

I have no ill of mine own lot, 

And I am not bereft 
Of what life 's sweetest ties can give ; 

And still my heart is cleft. 

— 36 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

But when I dip in it my pen 

Through which its throbs I drive, 

And make them trickle down in words — 
Again I live alive. 



THE PAIN'S NAME 

My body's pang it neither is, 

Nor is it that of me, 
Although myself it too inspheres 

In its totality. 

A crucifixion now it seems 
Of the whole universe, 

This passion new is cosmical, 
And cosmical the curse. 

Then let the name be also new 
For this huge pain new-born ; 

Cosmalgia is the snake I feel 
Bite through my soul forlorn. 

— 37 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE TALKING SPHINX 

The old Egyptian Sphinx 

Broke granite lips 
Which crumbled at my feet 

In little chips 

That he might speak to me 

His cryptic word 
Which all Nile's centuries 

Had never heard: 

"The time doth bid me tell 
My dream of stone, 
For this whole human pain 
Is just mine own. 

"Till now I froze in rock 
My sorrow's tears; 
But hark! they melt to words 
To reach thine ears. 

— 38 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

"The mute colossus I 
Of suffering 
Now ope my mouth through thee 
My pain to sing. 

' ' Thou, little blob of man, 
Behold in mine 
Pain's immortality 
By God's own sign." 



— 39 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

BAD DREAMS 

I dreamed I saw the Serpent old 

About our planet whorled, 
To take his tail into his mouth 

And hold up our round world. 

But suddenly in wrath the beast 

Its ringed tail spat out 
And with it fell our sphered Earth 

Down to dark Hela's rout. 

Into mine own dim underworld 
That serpent coils his creep, 

With many a hiss and snap and glare 
He wakes me out my sleep. 

I grope dark corners of myself 
To ban such monsters' throng, 

But in my House of Dreamery 
They too somewhere belong. 

— 40 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

BEHEMOTH 

I dreamed of big old Behemoth, 

Monster of holy saw, 
Who welcomed once the prophet lone 

To his palatial maw. 

But now the bigger Behemoth 
Gapes for this girdled Earth, 

Which he doth swallow easily 
As he did Jonah's girth. 

But biggest dream I Behemoth 
With future task to follow, 

His final most Titanic job 
Is just himself to swallow. 



— 41 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

EARTH'S TKAGEDY 

I heard her groan to-day — 
Old Mother Earth : 
"I would my life unwind 
Up to my birth. 

"Let me go back to thee, 
And be undone 
Into a shred of mist 
Of thine, Sun." 

The Sun said to the Earth: 
"I am too old, 
I have turned back myself, 
Am getting cold. ' ' 

Then sobbed sad Mother Earth 
"Now I know why 
On my life's sphere is writ 
My tragedy." 

— 42 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

EARTH'S PRAYER 

The world is cut to threads by day 

But is made whole by night, 
I hear the wounded Earth now pray 
"0 snuff me out the light. 

"By day I wander a lost soul, 
By night comes rescue soon, 
Oh that the knell of day would toll 
And into night I swoon ! 

"Now would I sleep a million years 
My wounded sphere to heal, 
And soothe my boiling sea of tears 
Till whole again I feel." 



43 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



GOD'S PAIN 

A Pain just come to-day- 
Is sealed divine; 

It hails from God's own heart, 
And also mine. 

A suffering new I feel 

And so do you, 
This universal pang 

I never knew. 

Time's greatest novelty 

Is just this pain ; 
Its Oceanic wave 

Who may restrain? 

This war is new, 'tis said, 

War universal, too; 
So likewise is its woe 

Which tides this suffering new 

— 44 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

Flowing from the Beyond 

An infinite, 
The universe is stabbed 

In mundane fight. 

And I beneath that shoek 

Must also cringe — 
I, this atomic point 
Feel with God's twinge. 



— 45 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



THE PATERNOSTER 

The Paternoster wrathful rose 
And took his judgment seat 

Above a million starry spheres 
Which twinkled at his feet. 

He summoned to his awful eye 

Our little planet ball, 
The little sinner gan to weep 

Hearing the Judge's call: 

"The example now I make of thee 
For all my stellar world, 
The farthest star shall fear thy fate 
Lest it be Hellward hurled." 

Of the whole universe thus judged 

The Grand Justiciary, 
"Whose word at once flew to the deed 

Fulfilling his decree. 

— 46 — 



PART FIRST.— THE BREAM WORLD. 

The Paternoster painful rose 
And left his judgment seat 

Amid a million starry spheres 
Which trembled at his feet. 



THE TIME 

The Earth is now one crucifix 

On which I dream the One, the Man ; 

A universal Calvary 
Eeveals the new Creation's plan. 

I hear the Universe's clock 

Knelling to Time her node supreme, 
And the great soul of Time herself 

Is now fulfilling her long dream. 



— 47 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



SENTENCED 

Old Father Sun I heard in a dream 

Summon his daughter the Earth 
Into his presence creative again, 

For he minded to take back her "birth. 

He would overmake her a little sun-flake 

Somehow as she was long ago; 
But still he shone a sorrowful word 

Whose fervor illumined his woe: 

"Since the aeon when thou wert born of my loins 
Many millions of years have sped, 
Methinks, Oh Earth, I must knead thee anew, 
It were better that thou be dead. 

"Thy quarrelsome ages of fire and frost, 
Thy battles of land and ocean, 
"Were little rents in thine own little ball, 
And thine too was all the commotion. 

— 48 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

'But now thy disaster flies back to the stars, 

Has infected the Milky "Way, 
The Cosmos is bleeding sore of thy sin, 

For thy deed thou hast now to pay." 

Then old Father Sun wrapped his face in a cloud 
Which I dreamed to drop into tears, 

While the Earth-hall suddenly backward whirled 
One turn of some millions of years. 



— 49 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

LAMENT 

I saw the wan Moon sail away 
Afar from her orbital round, 

As she vanished into the void 
She sobbed her sorrow profound : 

"I no longer can look on the Earth, 
Although my mother she be, 
She is stabbing herself to-day 
Her blood I shudder to see." 

' ' mother, farewell, ' ' cried the Moon, 
"I break the family tie — 
Thy tragedy not to behold 
I am running out of the sky." 

Still round the horizon 's sad bound 
I heard the moonset 's last sigh : 
"I sink to my cosmical grave, 

Mother, with thee I now die." 

— 50 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

WHAT IT MEANS 

This discipline of suffering — 
What does it mean to me — 

Which belts the weeping Earth around 
In bloody agony? 

This belt of bloody agony 
Making the world one stain, 

Doth bind together all its parts 
In brotherhood of pain. 

The fellow-feeling of the man 

Taps deep the primal me, 
Then sets it flowing with all hearts 

In kindred sympathy. 



— 51 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



TO HAMLET 

Like Hamlet in the play 
I often have bad dreams, 

But most unlike to him 
I know the world of seems. 

And yet most real to him 
Was just that risen Ghost 

"Who told his deepest self 
The secret of the lost. 

That apparition is 

For Hamlet and for me; 
Yon world is what appears, 

This Ghost is what must be. 

But a still greater Ghost 
I hear in Hamlet moan, 

The greatest ghost of Time, 
It is Will Shakespeare's own. 

— 52 — 



PART FIRST— THE DREAM WORLD. 

Then dares my dreamful dance 
A spectral whirl of three, 

We join us hand in hand — 
Will Shakespeare, Hamlet, me. 

Round all the world we rune 

In eerie rivalry, 
Until our ghosts hie home 

To hymn our Dreamery. 



— 53 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE JUDGMENT 

The planets too have judgment day, 
Each planet pleads his cause; 

The planetary deed is tried 
By planetary laws. 

I saw their hoar tribunal rise, 
The Earth was called to trial 

For all the blood spilt yesteryear, 
Her guilt met no denial. 

The father Sun gave sentence last, 
He was the Judge most high, 

He crushed our Earth-ball in his hand 
And flung it out the sky. 

"Go back" he criel "into my forge 
For penitential pain, 
Atone thy blood-guilt in my fires, 
Till thou be born again. 

— 54 — 



PART FIRST— THE DREAM WORLD. 

Then bask afresh upon my sheen 

Becoming a new Earth; 
But now I thunder thee thy doom 

Unsphered be thou from birth." 

I saw our guilty Earth-ball burn 

By law of Judge Supreme 
"Whose thunders, shaking all the spheres, 

Me shook out of my dream. 



— 55 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

WHO AM I? 

Pulsed out of Eternity's wound 

I drip but a drop of blood ; 
That drop makes me share in the Whole 

Which I never before understood. 

I am but the point of a pang 

In Ubiquity's woe, 
Which beats on my little lone hour 

With a world's overthrow. 

In sorrow's great universe 

I am but an atom of pain 
Which echoes a planet's far plaint, 

And breaks into words of my strain. 

These words not only ooze balm 
To soothe my personal sting, 

They slake in the solace of speech 
The world-soul's suffering. 

— 56 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

GOD'S SPELL 

The God to-day puts on a mask 

Of darker tragedy, 
His grimmer presence makes me shrink 

And dareless graveward flee. 

Still on his lips a woful word 
Bespeaks his hoping heart: 
"For thee I am a God in pain 
And for the Future's part. 

"Pain is the human leveler 
Whose blessing is to be, 
When all mankind shall brothered rise 
Through Pain's democracy." 



— 57 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



THE BEREAVED MOTHER 

Again Demeter's moan 

I heard to start; 
For her lost child bewailed 

The mother's heart. 

Under a lid of earth 

It had been borne, 
From out this upper life 

Fate had it torn. 

Not now through Hellas old 

She wandered lone, 
But all around the world 

I heard her groan. 

Then rose up Father Zeus 
And took his throne, 

He spake a solemn word 
To ease her moan. 

— 58 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

"Of thy lost child know well 
The worthy meed; 
Immortal it doth live 
The mortal deed." 



DONNA DOLOROSA 

The Lady dolorous 
Gave me her gain — 

Her sympathy new-born 
Out of her pain. 

Thy sorrow too, man, 

Divine will he 
If thee it doth rebuild 

To sympathy. 



— 59 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

L'IMMORTELLE 

I do not fear to be a dream, 
And see behind these eyes 

Where things no longer outward seem- 
There lives my soul's last prize. 

My silent house I do not dread 
Nor shun its well-built wall; 

I know I shall rise from my bed 
When once I hear the call. 

Let me but roam beyond in sleep 

Myself I then shall see, 
And in the God's own bosom peep 

My immortality. 



60 — 



PART FIBS? 1 — THE DREAM WORLD. 

ARISEN 

Of all that ever lived 

The Earth is but the tomb, 

Of all that ever died 
It also is the womb. 

And thou must make thy life 
To grow out of the grave, 

The death of death it is 
Alone which can thee save. 

The Overseer of all 

Has thus to thee directed : 
"Arisen, thou must rise 
To be self -resurrected. " 



61 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

DAY AND NIGHT 

By day I pull a wooden boat 
Whose speed with toil is bought, 

By night I in a shallop float 
Whose oar is but my thought. 

By day I feel the bleeding rent 

For half of me is gone, 
By night that half of to me is sent 

And I am whole till dawn. 

By day are sundered human hearts 
And tears of blood then stream, 

By night restored are the parts 
When man can be a dream. 



— 62 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

A SIGH 

that my life might glide 

Into a dream, 
And I forever lave 

In Memory's stream! 

So would I flee beyond 
The world's eonfusion, 

And live again in love 
My dream's illusion. 



WORDLESS 

In madding throbs the heart doth break 

With memories upstirred; 
To set its throbs to song I seek, 

But I ken not the word. 

A vision hymns within my sleep, 

A roundel here unheard, 
That singing dream I fain would keep, 

But I ken not the word. 

— 63 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE NEW LAW 

To a new tribunal of Justice led 

Our World as a culprit I saw, 
Arraigned for its wrong I heard it to-night 

By a new cosmical law: 

f No more is thy blood-guilt merely thine own, 
Confined to thine own little ground; 

Thy stab has cut into the whole universe, 
And the Godhead too feels the wound. 

: For the suns and planets with satellites, 

And the star-sprent arch of the Galaxy's plan, 

The nebulous fire-mist of millions of worlds, 
Are but the lit members of one whole man." 



— 64 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD, 

HAUNTED 

A burden I feel, but 'tis not mine own, 
There haunts me a eosmical sorrow; 

If I fling it aside by force for a day, 
It worms back through me to-morrow. 

The plaint of the Planets I even may hear 

Suffusing my dream all the night, 
When I lie down to slumber abed with the Earth, 

Till Aurora may fleet me her light. 

The Earth-soul gives me to share of her pang, 

For I to her body am bound, 
And I am only one droplet of woe 

From her omnipresent wound. 



— 65 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



THE SUN'S REFUSAL 

The horologe of yon sun's face, 

Which measures moments drop by drop 

For this old billionth year of Earth, 
At last has come to a full stop. 

It is as if Sol turned his look 

Aside in melancholy mood, 
Refusing hence to keep the tale 

Which tallies this day's toll of blood. 

I wonder if the Sun is wroth, 
Presaging to shut off his light 

And turn old creeping Time himself 
To one long snaky night. 



— 66 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

THE OLD SUN-CLOCK 

The old sun-clock hung up in the skies 
Is ticking dull minutes to-day, 

As if rounding out terrestrial time 
With the final throw of his ray. 

The old sun-clock is getting tired 
Of telling the time of the world, 

For he too is fated to fall along 
To Chaos with Cosmos now swirled. 

The old sun-clock has fallen down space, 
To atoms he shrinks in the shock; 

But what do I see rise out the Beyond? 
It is a new sun with his clock. 



— 67 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

RENEWAL 

Fond ancient sorrows bubbling up 
Now load with sighs each breath; 

I thought they were forever gone, 
But they rise up from death. 

I feel the resurrection start 

Of an old suffering, 
And I am made to know again 

Of fate the primal sting. 

Though mine own manhood I keep one, 

Mankind is cut in two; 
The world's wide wound cleaves me apart 

Till I myself renew. 

How that may be I sing, friend, 

As burden of my strain : 
I must return into the womb 

And bear myself again. 

— 68 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

When I conceive the pregnant word 

Got of creation's throe, 
"With it I hymn myself reborn 

Out of my aged woe. 



PANORAMA 

What antique paintings I relume 

In my night's gallery 
Lit by the sprited sheen which haunts 

My House of Dreamery! 

A panorama of my years 

Before I had a memory, 
Paints all my centuries long done 

In shades of Dreamery. 



— 69 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

EDEN 

Image veiled of Dreamery, 

Search is vain for thy dim land, 
Yet unminded if I be, 

In thy shadow there I stand; 
Covered in thy cloudy fold 

By me are all secrets heard, 
If I ask to have them told, 

Then they vanish at a word. 

Hazy is thy welkin deep, 

Moonlit is thy silent sea, 
But the days forgotten keep 

Treasures buried there for me; 
Sweet embraces sunk in night, 

Forms that have been lost on earth, 
Rise again before my sight, 

Find a new, more radiant birth. 



— 70 — 



PART FIRST— THE DREAM WORLD. 

When this upper world I leave, 

Sink I to that Paradise, 
There I meet first Love, my Eve, 

All whose faded moments rise; 
Then creeps knowledge, jealous snake, 

Spies our secret hiding-place, 
Flees the queen, my spirit's wake, 

Eden fair dissolves to space. 



— 71 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



THOUGHT TO IMAGE 

The Master Thought for many years, 
Shall keep his philosophic school; 

He builds the universe anew 
And sees it circle by his rule. 

But what is this which slips one day 
Into that universe of Thought? 

The Image olden has returned 
But to new grandeur overwrought — 

Transfigured to all time it seems 
Out of a single face's years; 

It wails to me a worldful's woe 

Streaming with many millions' tears. 



— 72 



PART FIRST— THE DREAM WORLD. 



SELF-WINDER 

I look up at my heavenly watch, 
This Earth's time-piece and thine, 

Somehow it seems to have run down 
Ticking the grand design. 

"How can I wind my heavenly watch- 
God's measurer of me?" 

"First learn to wind thyself in all, 
Self -winder thou shalt be." 



MY BOOK 

My life is a fountain of dreams 
Whose droplets I catch in a book, 

As upward they jet to the sun 
And of them I drink as a brook. 

But when I have drunk to the full, 
And slaked all the thirst of my Muse, 

I slip to my underworld's sleep 
And wait for the next piece of news. 

— 73 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



THE WORLD'S HOSPITAL 

The day anatomizes me 

With light's dissecting knife; 

The night collects my scattered wits 
To heal my waking strife. 

The world dismembered is by day 
Whose surgeon is the light, 

The world turns one vast Hospital 
Whose healer is the night. 



RELIEF 



When I am but a lone tear-drop 

I turn it into rhyme 
Which makes it run a measure sweet 

To tune the jarring time. 

In rhythmic strain I bless my pain 

And sing it to a glee, 
My loss I set to tuneful words 

Which hymn my Dreamery. 

— 74 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

THE NEW SUN 

The last of all the setting suns, 
Downward I dreamed it diving; 

When Time's last setting sun had set, 
What next might be arriving? 

I was not dead nor yet alive, 

But in between I hovered, 
Till I within my Self's own space 

Another sun discovered. 

Out of its sheen the newer world 

I build with arching sky, 
On whose blue height I cap in song 

My dome of Dreamery. 



— 75 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE COMBAT 

A dreadful demon of a dream 
Swooped down on me last night, 

It napped its ghoulish grisly wings 
And challenged to a fight. 

I scourged to it my trembling ghost 
Who would the combat shun: 
"Conquer the fiend," I cried to mine, 
"Damnation is to run." 

"Unless you master it in song, 
And make it tune its spell, 
It will you nightmare evermore — 
The devil in your Hell." 



— 76 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

THE HELPER 

Oh Dreamery, great friend, 

Who art most true, 
The gift thou givest me 

Fate to undo. 

Think not it is my sport 

To make this verse, 
I feel I must avoid 

What is far worse. 

My Dreamery, be thou 

The surgeon's knife, 
Which cuts me to the heart 

To save my life. 



— 77 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

LESSER PAIN 

Steep me in some lesser pain, 
Welling up to memory, 

That I may forget again 
What my heart once bade me be. 

Give me not my times of bliss, 
For I long to think and weep ; 

Give me not what most I miss, 
In some lesser pain me steep. 

Tender chords to-day I choose, 
Tune me to thy softer strain, 

Gentler stroke me, loving Muse, 
Steep me in some lesser pain. 



— 78 — 



PART FIRST— THE DREAM WORLD. 

ORISON 

Golden Hours, rise once more 
Out your home within the deep, 

Bring along the loving lore, 
That ye in your bosom keep. 

Let me have again that night 
"When so oft I passed her door 

Stalking like a pallid sprite — 
Ne'er I knew myself before. 

Golden Hours, eome back again 
Out your silent sunken sea; 

Thrill me to your sweetest pain, 
Golden Hours, come back to me. 



— 79 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



THE TIME'S HEALER 

I see the Earth-ball start to roll 
And run out of my sight, 

As if it were a guilty thing 
Which dares not face the light. 

Yet that is but the half of it 
"Which turns from light away, 

The other half rolls just as fast 
Into the sheen of day. 

I am the day, I am the night, 

Of both I am the birth; 
I see in me two hemispheres 

Become the one whole earth. 

Ah, fell I feel the Fury's blow 

Which pierces any part, 
So I let drop into my words 

The bleeding world's stabbed heart, 

— 80 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

Till the great Healer of the "Whole 

Doth medicine the time 
And healing all the wounded world 

Heals too my wounded rhyme. 



EARTH'S WOUND 

The pother was only thine own hitherto, 
Scratched on thy periphery's ball; 

Earth, in thee now creation is cleft, 
Thy hurt is hurt of the All. 

The wound universal is thine to-day, 
Of its gash the cosmos now bleeds; 

The Great God Himself seems suffering 
For His own creature's deeds. 



— 81 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



MY DREAMS 

Untimed, unspaeed is their world, 
AU-where, ail-when they can fleet, 

From the Great Me over the border 
To the Little Me down in the street. 

My writ rears a mansion of dreams 
In which I have daily to dwell, 

For what I am in myself 

They slip over to me and tell. 

Of all that I ever have been 
They whisper the ghostly voice, 

"With their word I have often to weep, 
And with it I often rejoice. 

From over my waking bounds 
They race to. wing into my soul 

With the message of aeons foregone, 
Whereof they keep the long scroll. 

— 82 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

So timeless, so spaceless their world, 
Wherever, whenever they roam, 

They bear the Great Me from beyond 
To the Little Me here in my home. 



PROVIDENCE 

When on my conch at night 

My head I lay, 
The Dream is the Great God 

To whom I pray: 

: Be thou the Providence 

To my lost soul; 
I fly to thee, Dream, 

To heal me whole." 



— 83 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

DAY 

It is the Day of Love ; 

What glow on high! 
The air is all one kiss 

From out the sky. 

It is the Day of Love ; 

Tell me, Oh why? 
The Heavens above look down 

One mild, blue eye. 

It is the Day of Love; 

Grief will not die, 
The breeze roves mid the hills 

One endless sigh. 

If is the Day of Love ; 

A face draws nigh; 
I feel the kiss of one 

From out the sky. 

— .84 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

NIGHT 

And now my Day of Love 

Hath shut its eye, 
Letting its sleepy lid 

Droop round the sky. 

Within my House of Dreams 

Lit is Love's light, 
And Dusk has slid away 

Into the Night. 

I, waking to the sun, 
Would all day roam, 

And then, Dreamery, 
To thee come home. 



— 85 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

BY DAY AND NIGHT 

Whither goest, joyous vision, 

Dancing on yon dome of sky? 
Lookest oft in light derision 

At our Earth that rolleth nigh; 
Or on beds of down thou liest 

Which the clouds have made for thee, 
And their golden fringe thou pliest 

In the Sun's bright tapestry. 

Whither goest, silent dreamlet, 

Nightly looking me to tears, 
Tears that form a sobbing streamlet 

Winding darkly through my years? 
Often have I sought to hold thee 

Till my heart thy image take, 
But if once my arms enfold thee, 

Then, alas, I am awake. 



86 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

Vision, sunny must be heaven 

For me to behold thy face, 
And the tempest-cloud be riven 

To let through thy beams of grace ; 
Dreamlet, that from death upspringest 

"Where its darkness shrouds the urn, 
Thou of night thy being bringest, 

And to night thou dost return. 



87 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

FUTURE 

The Future is a wayward nurse 
Who holds to man her breast, 

And bids him suck of her milk's curse- 
Of Hell's or Heaven's quest. 

She drove away the Now in scorn 
When I went to her school, 

And stuck into my heart the thorn 
That I was but her fool. 

The lying Future never came 
But scoffed me with her vow; 

No more I woo the trothless dame — 
I wed the eternal Now. 



— 88 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 
PAST 

I met upon the Patmos isle 

The old Semitic seer; 
I asked: " "Where is thy Babylon?" 

He said: "Just now and here." 

I flew the sea to Delphi's rock, 

And prayed: "What will become?" 
The priestess riddled me her rune: 
it >rpj s Pandemonium " 

Still farther back I strayed in time 
To find the world's true dream; 

I mazed old Egypt's Labyrinth 
By lifeful Nile's hoar stream; 

From shrine of inmost holiness 
Shot forth a worded gleam: 
"Your House of Dreamery rebuilds 
My labyrinthine Dream." 

— 89 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

PROMETHEUS BOUND 

I 6111111)6(1 the Mount of Sighs 

Till pain grew eold, 
An iey soul there stood — 

Prometheus old. 

A frozen fount of tears 

Had ehilled his eye, 
I saw its erystal jet 

Point toward the sky. 

Hushed were its murmurs low, 

It flowed no more, 
But ever swelled within 

Its body hoar. 

In him I dream mine own 

Deed overbold, 
My tragedy I feel 

In Titan old. 

— 90 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 



PROMETHEUS UNBOUND 

"When came along the Spring, 

And breathed soft, 
The Earth her mantle white 

Mid carols doffed. 

The crystal fount of tears 

To melt began, 
Ah, softened was the soil 

Through which they ran. 

And hot then gushed the stream 

Prom out that ice, 
Mine eye too overflowed 

With sudden rise. 

I dream Prometheus freed 

Of his deed's chain, 
But wake to feel still mine 

Th' old Titan's pain. 

— 91 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

DREAM'S UNIVERSE 

I saw a God to shape himself 
Out of the nought of Space, 

His head rose rounded to our globe 
On which he drew his face. 

His feet could tread the twinkling stars 
Like stones across Time's stream, 

O'er which I saw him stalk three strides 
"Within my daring dream. 

His church was the domed firmament 
Which walled the moonlit night, 

The sun was his hot beating heart 
Whose throbs rolled seas of light. 

High that huge body of the God 

Sat on all Space's throne, 
And oracled me his spirit's word, 

Which also was mine own: 

— 92 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

Thou, Dreamer, art the vision's voice 
"Which sings the soul of me, 

And this whole Universe is all 
Thy House of Dreamery." 



SHADOWS 

The moonshine is witching the world 
Entranced in a dreamy hue, 

All things have turned to a shade 
And I am a shadow too. 

"We waltz in that silvery shower — 
My own dear shadow with me ; 

Then romp we home to our feast 
In the House of Dreamery. 



— 93 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

GOD'S TEAR 

The sad sphered Earth-ball tonight 
One tear-drop of God doth seem, 

And the World-pain piercing my heart 
Stabs deeper to redden my dream. 

An angel touched me and said : 
"Here are three goblets of tears; 
Once more I give thee to taste 
The sorrows of all thy years." 

I drank off my childhood's cup 
Without a qualm or a halt; 

Water it was and no more, 
With perhaps a grain of salt. 

Then I quaffed the bowl of my youth, 

But it was very small, 
More salt there was than before 

With some infusion of gall. 

— 94 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

The angel handed me next 
The largest beaker of all: 
"Here is the rain of thine eyes 
That daily continues to fall." 

"Oh those are not tears of man, 
Why now do they look so red?" 

"Because thou art shedding not tears, 
'Tis thy blood that thou dost shed." 

And so it fell out to-night 

This blood-shot terrestrial sphere 

From the great eye of the Dream-God 
Rolled down at my feet as a tear. 



95 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

MY DUET 

Gory and ghostly is the strain I sing ; 

'Tis blood that flows when pierced is the heart, 

And red must be the words that paint its smart, 

Since tears are such a superficial thing, 

Dropping betimes for any little sting 

"Which pricks a nerve and makes the body start, 

That they can not bestead the deeper Art 

"Which seeks the half-lost soul anew to wing. 

But ghostly too I say my strain to be ; 

For when the Present 's from our senses fled, 

And all the world around to us is dead, 

Then through the hallowed groves of Memory 

"We roam, or in the land of golden dreams 

"We dwell, where shadow substance seems. 



— 96 — 



PART FIRST— THE DREAM WORLD. 



RHYME'S CONDOLENCE 

Let speech be dashed with blood 
Just like this gory time; 

If the world's body bleeds, 
So also must my rhyme. 

I know my words are red, 

For from the heart they gush; 

Its drops rise to my tongue, 
And into verses rush. 

Red let them stand on white, 
The rubric to my grief, 

Their color in mine eye 
Is what me brings relief, 

And soothes this blood-let world 
Along with mine heart's me; 

Be thou God's dwelling-place, 
House of Dreamery! 

— 97 — 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



DECREE 

The Earth-man shook his shaggy head 

As he ran on his race; 
He grandly stepped along the stars, 

And shot his sphere through space. 

His haughty disc broke mouth and lips 
Which sang within my dream, 

While his huge eye-ball looked me through, 
To fate me he would seem: 

''Thou, atom of my whole Earth's Pain — 
Of millions only one — 
Thou art to share the whole of it, 
The whole thou dar'st not shun." 



— 98 — 



PART FIRST.— THE DREAM WORLD. 

LOVE'S TRIUMPH 

At last the Judgment day 
Now strikes high noon, 

The Sun's great eye droops dusk 
Into a moon. 

The mountain and its trees 

To phantoms fade, 
The earth itself doth glide 

Into its shade. 

Mankind are longing dreams 

That haunt the tomb, 
And all things rush to meet 

Their shadowy doom. 

The Sun in Heaven shades 

Into a moon, 
While into Love's own soul 

The World doth swoon. 

— 99 — 



The House of Dreamery 



f>art g>econb 

THE DREAM LIFE 

Pain, thou art Time's very heart — 

The "universal Heart 
"Which throbs within this stricken world 

And of it makes me part. 



—101— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

BEYOND 

I sailed past the portals of morning, 
And swept through the ocean of space, 

Its little worlds everywhere scorning, 
Beyond was directed my face. 

I sought for some mountainous wall 
The universe has as its bourne, 

My mind was to scale it or fall 
Through measureless aeons forlorn. 

Beyond it I thought I could find 
The lost one to me and to Earth, 

And her to my soul I would bind 
And restore to the flesh of her birth. 

But that wall I always must climb 

When I to see her desire, 
Must slip out the trammels of Time 

And dwell in the spirit's pure fire. 

—102— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 



BLESSED PAIN 

Give me back my blessed pain 
Out my sunken world within; 

Golden sorrow, bloom again 
That I may thy harvest win. 

Show to me once more that moon 
Swiftly trailing through the sky, 

Till she sank away too soon, 
Left me standing there to sigh. 

Doth the God of Suffering 

Suffer too along with me? 
He it is who makes me sing 
By his sacred sympathy. 

He it is to whom I sing 

All the pathos of my strain : 

Oh dear God of Suffering, 
Give me back my blessed pain, 

—103— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM 

I stretch my hands to hold her, 
Though shadow too I seem; 

In. arms I will infold her, 
A dream within a dream. 

In arms I will infold her, 
She fleets a ghostly gleam; 

My love I have not told her, 
A dream within a dream. 

My love I never told her, 
I would the lost redeem; 

My soul, embrace her bolder 
A dream within a dream. 

My soul, embrace her bolder 
And live the sun's warm beam, 

Ere we to love grow colder, 
A dream within a dream. 

—104— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

Ere we to love grow colder, 
Who now two shadows seem, 

I in my arms infold her, 
A dream within a dream. 

I in my arms infold her, 
Whom my own soul I deem; 

But oh! I could not hold her, 
A dream within a dream. 

Oh, Death! I could not hold her, 
Beyond she sped a gleam; 

But still my love I told her, 
A dream within a dream. 



—105— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

EVANISHMENT 

Notes are falling light and airy 

From the distant cloud, 
Of mine ear they seem so wary 

Scarcely are they loud; 
'Tis the roundel of a spirit 

Dropping from above, 
And the skies that redden near it 

Show a heart of love. 

Let me feel again that measure 

Breathing on mine ear; — 
But in vain I seek the treasure, 

Voice no more I hear; 
All to nought hath waned the sweetness 

When I wished it most, 
Flashed into my brain its fleetness 

Just as it was lost. 



-106- 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

Thought in other thought now merges 

"While I walk along; — 
Hark! in soft melodious surges 

Swells again that song; 
As I seek anew to listen 

Dies the cadence fond, 
And methinks I hear it hasten 

To its world beyond. 

So departs my tuneful fairy 

If I mark her aught, 
Fades away the music airy 

At the ray of thought; 
If I think not I am near it 

Eound my path it flows; 
But if once I know I hear it, 

Hear I but the close. 



—107— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE SEASON'S PICTURE 

Another phantom 

I flit to-day; 
I am the Autumn 

As lone I stray. 

The grass is withered, 
Crisp are the leaves, 

The fruit is gathered, 
Stacked are the sheaves. 

The trees forsaken 
Weep low their fate, 

The frost hath taken 
Away their state. 

There stands how lonely 

The monarch oak! 
With bare head only 

Waits Winter's stroke. 

—108— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

The woods with riot 

No longer ring, 
The birds are quiet, 

Too sad to sing. 

Each living creature 
Doth seem to mourn, 

And over Nature 
A veil is worn. 

Dusk robes she borrows, 

Oh what has fled ! 
The season sorrows 

For its sere dead. 

Why stands this picture 
On Nature's scroll? 

It is the vesture 
Of my own soul. 



—109— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE OLD STORY 

The rose-bud has opened its lips 
And whispers to me of a maid, 

Whom Spring had brought to her bloom 
When her heart in my bosom was laid. 

The lark is trilling with glee 
Her bridal refrain in the shade, 

I know the song that she sings, 
Its music I learned of the maid. 

The lilly is drooping in white, 
Its leaves are beginning to fade, 

Oh well I hear what it tells — 
The story of the maid. 



—110— 



PART SECOND— THE DREAM LIFE. 

PAIN'S GOSPEL 

Through, suffering the world is one, 

For all must feel one pain, 
"We both, my foe and I, are hit, 

Our wounds make the same stain. 

And though our bodies smite apart 

In bleeding separation, 
Yet they keep that which makes them one- 

Their common tribulation. 

My soul I know to be mine own, 
"When battling with another, 

But when we both are writhing sore 
Each feels his sorrow's brother. 



—Ill— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



THE FALLING STAR 

I gazed on a falling star 

With its beautiful burning eye, 

Its train of diamonds afar 

Swept sparkling down the sky. 

Headlong it fell in the Sea 

Out of the Heavens above, 
But quenched its blaze could not be, 

It was the star of love. 

Old Ocean himself was fired 

When he felt that flame in his breast, 
He heaved and rolled and retired, 

Love too has stolen his rest. 

Though fallen is the star 

And vacant its place in the sky, 

In his breast it is brighter by far 
Than when it was shining on high. 

—112— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

In his breast it burns brighter by far 
As it dances and throbs in the wave, 

happier fallen star, 

Thy fall was thy fate thee to save. 



RE-UNITED 

In sleep I won the bourn 
Which made us twain; 

My soul has linked anew 
Its broken chain. 

I have re-joined in thee 
This halved sphere, 

And made it whole again 
Fused in a tear. 



—113— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

RETURNING STAR 

I once had a Heaven myself, 

Its deity I was alone; 
One star I hung from its arch 

And all the "universe shone. 

But that was old Satan's revolt 
Which I again must enact; 

His battle was not only once — 
It happens every day's fact. 

My Heaven has sunk into night 
And I am a god no more; 

From the star that looked in my face 
There twinkles no beam as of yore. 

fallen star of myself, 
I measure in music thy track 

Till it rounds out my orbit entire, 
For thou, I know, wilt come back. 

—114— 



PART SECOND— THE DREAM LIFE. 

NOW AND THEN 

A wretched solace must that be 

Which rests upon a lie, 
Foregoing manhood's brightest crown 

To put to flight a sigh. 

The world beyond is not of sense 
Eepeating just what's here, 

To Faith I will not sell my soul 
That I may dry a tear. 

Thy soothing hand, thy proffered lip, 
Thy loving eyes' soft beam 

Are dust, and only can be real 
When I myself am dream. 



-115— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

SELF-RESURRECTION 

A new uprisen dream 
Flew over me last night, 

It flashed its golden wings 
Waylaying me with light. 

It brought to me my ghost 
Which murmured from a cloud: 
"Thou hast been -often dead 
And buried in thy shroud. 

"But when it once was seen 

That thou wast well entombed, 
Straightway with one upburst 
Thou hast thyself exhumed. 

"And started with new life 
Which ran again its course, 
As if it had just tapped 
The one eternal source. 

—116— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

"Then thou wouldst die again, 
Thyself thou wouldst not save 
But with funereal gloom 
Be lowered in the grave. 

"That seemed the last of thee — 
But look! What now expect! 
The tomb curbs not thy power 
Thyself to resurrect. 

"So oft deceased man," 

Imbreathed me my own ghost, 

"So oft insouled anew, 
Thou art not to be lost. 

"Now bid I thee my best 
Unheard of man before; 
Dig up thy buried self 
And let it live once more, 



-117— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

"That it may tell in might 

The tale of thy life's prime, 
Then sing thy spirit new 
Reborn of this new time." 

From mine own raptured ghost 
I hear the biddance brave, 

I leap out of my dream 
As if I quit the grave. 

That word I must obey 
Without the least defection, 

Else dying soon again 
I lose self-resurrection. 



—118— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 



THE DUET 

Like comrades we talk on the road 
Recalling the days that have fled, 

Mine own dear double and I — 
We both are a memory sped. 

Each hymns of the other's fate, 

For it seems also his own; 
Attuned to that spectral light 

The winds pipe ghostly their moan. 

Each shade with the other doth sing, 
Then airily fades to a swoon, 

While glimmering off the sky 

Has shot the last sheen oi the Moon. 

Together that dreamful duet 
Of my dear double and me, 

Doth echo etherial strains 
In my House of Dreamery. 

—119— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

DIRGE 

The wounded world in pain 

To wail I heard, 
It seemed to move two lips 

Which bled its word: 

"This half of me, oh lay 
Within the ground, 
A half can not be healed 
Of its one wound. 

"Nor tell me that old Time 
Can cure my sorrow; 
I will not have it cured, 
More would I borrow. 

"Ye murky shades of Night, 
My soul enshroud, 
Nor let one beam of light 
Cut through the cloud. 

—120— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

"I wish, to keep my heart 
All torn in two, 
And daily have it drip 
With bloody dew. 

"The other half of me 
Lies in the ground, 
This half can not be healed 
Drip, drip, oh wound." 



—121- 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE SERAPH 

A seraph flew down through the air 
And alighted close to my side, 

A store of beauty he brought 

*>Gainst sorrow my soul to provide. 

The crook of a shepherd he reached, 
When arose a peaceful strain, 

Of streams and mountains and sheep— 
But disgust was added to pain. 

As I turned away with a sigh, 

He put in my hand a bright sword, 

A song was soon heard in the air 
"With a hurrying, clangorous word. 

The battle came on with its roar, 
The heroes great valor displayed, 

I listened awhile to the noise 
Then handed him back his blade. 

—122— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

To weep the good seraph began 
As I turned again to depart, 

He stepped up behind me and laid 
To mine ear the throb of a heart. 

At once my body and soul 
Dissolved to a musical tear; 

Oh seraph, come down to my side 
And lay that heart to mine ear. 



—123— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



RECESSIONAL 

The Sun stood o'er my head 

At deep midnight, 
But in his great round eye 

Wan was the light. 

A tear cut off his rays 

From wonted glow; 
I said to him : "Oh Sun, 

Why weep'st thou so?" 

He moved his great round eye 
And looked at me: 
"Thy moans have reached the stars, 
I pity thee. 

"I've turned about my steeds, 
Am going back, 
The Past shall rise again, 
Along my track." 

He hurried to the East, 

Sank in the sea, 
And then from out the West 

At morn rose he. 

—124— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

Backward the seam of Time 

He rips each hour, 
The Done becomes undone 

"With crash of power. 

The tomb begins to live, 

There stirs the clay, 
The dead break out their graves 

And walk away. 

Thy hour is drawing on; 

Will burst my heart! 
What footsteps in the hall! 

Oh here thou art. 

And with thee floods the throng 

Of this year's slain, 
They hymn a world re-born 

And live again. 

But see! the Sun o'erhead 

Is turning round, 
And, telling future time, 

Looks, westward bound. 



—125— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE BELDAMES THREE 

I read long ago of the beldames three 
In many an olden history, 
Which still would seem but a fable to be 
Until their eyes got a hold on me. 

In a dream they crossed my path one day, 
I turned aside to avoid their way, 
My feet in fetters there seemed to stay, 
My jaws were locked, no word could say. 

' ' He comes, ' ' they shrieked with a mad laugh of zeal, 

One had a spindle, another a wheel, 

A thread thereon she began then to reel, 

A thread whose clew in my brain I could feel. 

The third one raised the remorseless shears 
"Which her fingers ply through the murderous years, 
No wail can melt the wax of her ears, 
Her eyes fierce flame burns up all her tears. 



—126— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

The thread was flowing with droplets so red, 
The beldame looked for a moment and said : 
"If I should cut now this little thread, 
Then he, methinks, would only be dead. 

"But I shall snap his heart in twain, 
And take the part which has no pain, 
And leave him a half to bleed amain 
That he both alive and dead remain." 

The beldames three have left my path, 
But still I see those eyes of wrath, 
And daily in a crimson bath 
I feel the shears the beldame hath. 

For the beldames three have had a fresh birth, 
Now circling both me and all of the earth ; 
To the glut of gore there is no dearth, 
They take their blood-toll from every hearth. 



—127- 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



THE TWO VOICES 

Within my breast I keep hearing 
The voice of a dolorous round, 

Which, weaving through many a word, 
Would always bring back the same sound : 

"Heart, oh heart more heavy 

Than metal that ever was found, 
Methinks that if thrown in the river, 
I would sink with thee and be drowned. 

"Roaming in mead or in forest 

Removes of thy weight not a pound ; 
I tread and my feet seem sinking 
To my final home in the ground. 

"Earthy too is this bosom 

Whose walls enfold thee around, 
And whenever I hear thy throbbing 
Leaden and dead is the sound." 

—128— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

Answer to these reproaches 

Came back like a voice in a swound : 
"A grave is thy heart so heavy 

With corpse and coffin and ground. 

"Still thine be the voice of the Dreamer 
Upbearing thy sorrow profound, 
To feel as thine own the whole world-pain 
Now tossing the Earth-ball around. 

"For this globe is becoming a charnel 
And bleeding to death of its wound, 
"While throbless hearts by the million 
Are lowered to rest in the ground." 



—129— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE GIANT 

It hissed and flashed and thundered, 
With sulphur was filled the air, 

The Heavens from Earth were sundered 
By a wall of flaming despair. 

In the blaze stood a smiting Giant 
With the glare on his angry face, 

And his eyes flashed more defiant 
As he smote with his mighty mace. 

The Earth kept rolling and quaking 
That no one could firmly stand, 

Atlantean pillars were shaking 
Beneath his violent hand. 

Then burst the loudest thunder, 
But the figure no longer was seen; 

Still Heaven and Earth were asunder 
Though daylight lay between. 

—130— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

I sought for that figure volcanic 
Where last was heard the sound, 

The Earth showed a grin Satanic — 
A fissure in the ground. 

Still out of the mouth of that fissure 
Spoke the time's remedial grief, 

And I shouted after its measure 
The strain of mine own relief. 



-131— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

THE RELIEVER 

The universal man 

Lies stabbed to-day 
And with him I must bleed 

To let my lay. 

My rhymes are drops of blood 

That gurgle low, 
Their wound I dare not stanch, 

It has to flow. 

I would not sing a word 

If I were whole, 
But song alone relieves 

The writhing soul. 



—132— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

THE FACE OF PAIN 

I dreamed a face rose out of space — 
No words, no smiles, no winks — 

And yet Fate's oracle it looked, 
Then loomed the cosmic Sphinx. 

Adown from its fixed features flowed 
The world-heart's tearless Pain; 

I heard from those void lips of space 
In me this voiceless strain: 

"0 Pain, I feel thee Time's own heart — 
The universal Heart 
Which throbs within this stricken world 
And of it makes me part." 



—133— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

SPRING 

Spring, thy breath of youth 

Again is here, 
Thy laughing spell of life, 

I can but fear. 

"What storms the raging heart 

In wild refrain? 
Is it a new delight, 

Or the old pain? 

The South sends up her breeze 

To free the land, 
The brooks leap down the hills 

Out Winter's hand. 

The buds peep out their beds 

To greet the day, 
The forest orchestra 

Begins to play. 

—134^- 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

The children out the house 

Rush to the air, 
Wild rings the chime of glee, 

Joy everywhere. 

Heaven's Grand Almoner, 

The bright-haired Sun, 
Throws down his fairest gift, 

And Spring is won. 

Oh Spring, I cannot stand 

Thy merry strain, 
The more delight I feel 

The more the pain. 



-135- 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



ROSES 

Oil roses that dream in the sun, 
Arouse from your fragrant sleep, 

My heart "by your passion is won, 
And in wild longing doth leap. 

Your buds of "bright red from the spray 
Gush out like drops from the heart; 

Is it love o'erflowing in play, 
Or is it a wound '& bloody smart? 

The Sun doth soothe you "to rest, 
And round you more warm is his beam ; 

See the flame dart up in each breast! 
I know that of love is your dream. 

More scarlet is turning the rose, 
And darker is colored its stain ; 

'Tis sending out blood in its throes, — 
Now I feel its dream is of pain. 

—136— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

Oh roses that bleed with the kiss 
That falls in the Sun's golden rain, 

Your passion is love's sweetest bliss, 
Yet oh, your passion is pain. 



LIKE THROUGH LIKE 

"Whenever words are tinct 

In colors of the heart, 
They must be read through tears 

Their crimson to impart. 

The Furies slash mankind, 
Like tigers gnash the years; 

Let Poet write in blood, 
Let Reader read through tears. 



-137— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

A TEAR 

To thee my daily meed of love 

I pay, a tear, 
Which lifts thee up from thy low bed 

Of clay, so drear. 

A tear that ever shall a picture 

Hold, of thee, 
Ta'en in some sad or happy time 

Of old, with me. 

A tear throbbed out the centre of 

My breast by throes, 
And quivering with a wavy wild 

Unrest of woes. 

A tear whose crystal holds thy life 

Serene insphered, 
And rules mine eye as some majestic 

Queen so weird. 

—138— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

A tear which bubbling up from Memory's 

Well down deep, 
Doth drag the Past from out his murky 

Cell of sleep. 

A tear which swells up to the Earth's 

Round ball apace, 
And from the sad Almighty's eye 

Doth fall through space. 



-139— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 



THE ONE 

One face looks out the air 

Everywhere, 
Far on the sunset's cloud, 

In the crowd ; 

'Thou art that dream," sing I, 
"Fleeting by"; 
To me smiles back thy look 
From my book; 

All letters spell the same 

Thy loved name; 
I see thee in thy bower 

Once more flower, 

Then o'er all falls the gloom 

Of the tomb — 
Still lives through thee undone 

Just the One. 

—140— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

NATURE'S KEY-NOTE 

A thousand voices Nature hath 
That whisper low and loud, 

Revealing what lies hid beneath 
The deep unconscious cloud. 

iWhatever music you may thrill 
In earth or sky around, 

Concordant to the mood within 
Its notes are ever found. 

She is the rising, setting sun, 
As well the calm as storm, 

She is another to herself — 
Her own two-visaged form. 

A varied music is her speech, 
But music deep and true, 

Its harmony you seek to find — 
The key-note lies in you. 

—141— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

VERNAL MOOD 

Vernal winds, so blandly blowing, 

Frozen waters free ye set, 
But my tears ye start to flowing 

Like the mountain rivulet. 

Vernal Sun, thou mildly shinest, 
Till the earth once more is dry, 

Otherwise thou me inclinest, 
Ever wet is now mine eye. 

Vernal Love, from thee youth borrows 

Sweetest strains of glee and hope, 
But to me thou breathest sorrows 
In whose memory I grope. 

Genial Spring, thy glance releases 
Ice-bound joys of all the year; 

But to me thy flood increases 
By the melting of this tear. 

—142— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

AUTUMNAL MOOD 

The Painter Autumn touches now the wood, 
He spreads his colors on the leafy green, 
A picture thereout grows of wondrous sheen 
Wherein he paints his melancholy mood; 
But when his work of beauty is once done, 
Each leaf which hath his gentle pencil felt, 
Drops down to earth and into soil doth melt 
When just its time of glory had begun. 
The gloomy Painter studies to portray 
On Nature 's canvas bright the face of Death ; 
But all his strokes are followed by decay, 
His picture vanishes before his breath ; 
And when the leaves are gone, as in a dream, 
He follows too, the victim of his theme. 



—143— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

PESSIMISM 

Somehow to-day I double am, 

And double shines the truthless Sun; 
Fair Nature turns a two-faced dream 

"When her I love as one. 

I glance aloft into the sky 

And there behold a fleecy cloud; 

It is a robe to deck a bride, 
Oh no, it is a shroud. 

I hear a warbler in the wood, 

The trees are trilling with his strain; 
His joy runs out the tiny beak, 

Oh no, it is his pain. 

The Sun looks down upon the world 
As he pursues his radiant race; 

What peace he spreads along his way ! 
What rage is in his face ! 

— 144— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

The lightnings flash, the thunders crash, 
The warrior battling times his breath; 

It is his victory presaged, 
But no, it is his death. 



OPTIMISM 

Let Nature twist her double tongue 
And let her feign her double face, 

Then stories criss-cross tell the friend 
"Who seeks her charm's embrace; 

But be his lot or weal or woe, 

His change from out her look hath shone ; 
Though manifold may be her mask, 

Her sympathy is one. 



-145— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

RESTORED 

I have called up a world of shades 

Wherein I love to be, 
An Image is my dearest mate, 

Which lives and loves with me. 

I throw away my conscious self, 

I pray to be a dream, 
That I may never feel or know 

I am not what I seem. 

A restoration sweet it is, 

Its nothingness I will not think, 
To me is sent a healing shape, 

To bind the broken link. 



—146— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 



MEMORY 

Thou, Memory, art my waking dream 

If nought without assail; 
My life to live again I seem 

Repeating o'er its tale. 

So when from flesh the soul is free 
And all to nought is hurled, 

Must Memory be reality 
The ever-present world. 

But now I as a lover woo 

The maiden Memory, 
"Who lets me in her soul foreview 

My immortality. 



—147— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

IMAGE TO THOUGHT 

Death comes and rends the bond in twain, 
Removes the living from the sight; 

Emotion ploughs the breast with sobs, 
And all the world flies into night. 

Next out the darkness steps a form 
Which to the soul deep raptures saith ; 

It seems as if all is restored ; 
The Image triumphs over Death. 

But then this shape begins to fade, 
And e'en to flee what once it sought; 

Go back we must into the world, 
Now last the Image yields to Thought. 

Thou, Thinker, hast to-day returned 
Out of thy eerie phantoms ' strife ; 

Let now their discords be resolved 
To thy built symphony of life. 

—148— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

PSYCHOLOGY 

The Dream-sprite flurried me last night 

By his off psychic mood ; 
He whispered me a set of words 

I hardly understood: 

"Thou must be now subliminal; 
And to thy essence delve ; 
Though thou art born a self at first 
Thou must thyself reselve." 

"You are a mystagogue," I frowned, 
"Unsettling the time's brain 
"With psychologic Dreameries 
Which God cannot explain." 

But round me gloamed his new response 
As he to ether whirled: 
"Thou, man, hast never selved thyself 
Nor hast thou selved the world." 

—149— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

NO MORE 

Dreamer, sing it out 
What plagues thee sore; 

"Why eats this fire of Hell 
At thy heart's core? — 

: I dreamed that I could dream 
No more, no more. 

'To-day I have a pain 

Ne'er felt before, 
There is a something gone 
I would restore; 

1 dreamed that I could dream 
Of thee no more. 

'Oblivion's hand wiped out 

All time of yore, 
And Heaven shut its book 

Of starry lore; 
I dreamed that I could dream 

Of thee no more. 

—150— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

"Some fiend in mantle black 

Stepped in my door, 
My heart soon felt a blade 

Pierce to its core; 
I dreamed that I coidd dream 

Of thee no more. 

"It was as if dim shapes 

My body bore, 
Then with an earthen pall 

'Twas covered o'er; 
I dreamed that I could dream 

No more — no more." 



—151— 



THE HOUSE OF DREAMERY. 

LAST JUDGMENT 

I heard the God proclaim 
The time's new vow: 

Man, thy Future's Dream 
Round to the Now. 

The Holy Promise paid 

Must he to-day, 
Too long we have endured 

The false delay. 

Hope must fruition be 

Whose horn is full, 
And to the Real must change 

The Possible. 

To life the Image vain 

Must quickly leap. 
The dream and waking too 

One shape must keep. 

—152— 



PART SECOND.— THE DREAM LIFE. 

To Knowledge, brightest sun, 

All Faith must rise, 
Yet seek the world below 

And not the skies. 

The day of Judgment too 

Is every day, 
The Judge sits now to hear 

What you may say. 

The deed must be the creed 

Which is not said, 
And life an endless prayer 

Which is not prayed. 

God has become a man 

And Death a Birth, 
Let Heaven now fall down 

Upon the Earth. 



—153- 



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